Tangkla County in Rehe Province is located on a plain at the junction with Inner Mongolia. The terrain here is flat and there are rolling hills everywhere, but the hills are not large and covered with knee-high weeds.
The ground is slightly sandy soil, which is most suitable for growing wild grasses and is the favorite pasture for cattle and sheep, so it is also called the land of pasture.
But now, this pasture county, which is famous for its high-quality pasture, has changed beyond recognition.
Because this place is located at a key location connecting Rehe Province and the grasslands of Inner Mongolia, this peaceful and peaceful county that used to be isolated from the rest of the world has now become a Shura field.
Looking around, there are fragmented grasslands that have been dug out everywhere, and trenches are scattered all over the high hills in the south of the county, looking like scars on the prairie.
In these deep and shallow trenches, a Chinese soldier in a gray military uniform is busy. Their uniforms are in tatters and stained with mud and blood. Some are from their own soldiers, some are from the Japanese, and some are from the Japanese.
They go together so well that the original color of the clothes can hardly be seen.
These ragged soldiers were filling sacks with soil, and then carried them to the edge of the trench in pairs, forming a fortification to withstand Japanese artillery fire and bullets.
Although they knew that these sacks filled with sand and soil could not withstand a Japanese artillery shell, people were still busy and meticulous. After all, this was their only way to save their lives now.
On the battlefield, no one will give up if they have more hope of survival.
Only those who have experienced the cruelty of war and walked on the edge of life and death will know the value of life and how to cherish their own lives.
Some wounded soldiers were lying in the trenches, groaning in pain. Most of them were seriously wounded. Those with minor injuries had already gone to help the soldiers. Their bodies had been beaten and they could only lie here waiting to die.
The trenches were filled with moans that were suppressed as much as possible. From time to time, some moans could be heard to stop abruptly. This meant that a life had left this world and entered another world where there was no known pain, hunger or war.
"Company Commander, how long can we hold on?" A soldier leaned against the wall of the trench with a cigarette between his fingers. He sniffed greedily, but was reluctant to put it in his mouth and light it because it was
The only property he has now is his.
Apart from this, there was only the one made by Hanyang that was so worn that even the rifling was almost invisible. It was this old friend who had accompanied him for seven or eight years.
These seven or eight years have transformed him from a recruit who knew nothing and peed his pants when hearing the sound of cannons, to a veteran who could still calmly pee amidst the sound of Japanese machine guns. Let him once
I had a brush with death for the first time.
But this time, he knew that his life might be over.
The enemy's troops on the opposite side could not be seen at a glance. There were enemy camps everywhere. There were the enemy's shiny Type 92 and crooked machine guns everywhere, and there were sharp bayonets everywhere. The well-trained fierceness filled his heart.
Feeling chilly in waves.
In the charge just now, the Japanese sent out a large group. The soldiers were almost unable to withstand the ferocious force. After finally repelling the Japanese attack, there were only less than fifty people left in the whole company, including the wounded.
It still accounts for more than half.
Looking back at my own side, the troops and even the weapons of a company are all uneven. Many weapons were picked up from the corpses of Japanese soldiers. As for artillery support, apart from being able to think about it when dreaming, when I wake up, I can't think about it.
I feel like I'm talking nonsense.
"Grandma, who calls me a miscellaneous army, a warlord's armed force that grandma doesn't care for and uncle doesn't love." The veteran spat viciously, thinking bitterly.
Their company belongs to the Rehe Anti-Japanese Independent First Brigade, a team under Yan Laoxi, but in fact, Chief Yan gave them nothing but an empty number, and instead sent them to this hot place.
The river comes to die.
The total population of Tangkra County is only 20,000. The company commander recruited soldiers here for a month and only found 12 who were willing to serve as soldiers, and the oldest one was already forty.
The company had been stationed here for less than a month and a half when Japanese troops arrived. The vanguard included a regiment, and a large number of troops followed. The total strength has now reached a brigade.
However, the Japanese attacks during this period were not too violent. They usually attacked once a day as a routine and then went back to sleep.
But three days ago, the Japanese attack suddenly became fierce, which can only be described as crazy. Every day, the position was plowed by artillery shells, and the trenches were filled and dug out by artillery shells, and then filled in again.
Repeated several times every day.
Under the fierce attack here, even they did not expect that they could survive all the way until today.
The company commander lowered his head and thought for a while, and finally shook his head helplessly, "I don't know. We can only live one day at a time now. We have no reinforcements and no ammunition supplies. How long can we last?"
The veteran stopped talking. He also knew the situation. It could be said that the company was running out of ammunition and support and was struggling at the end.
There was silence in the trenches. The soldiers all knew their current situation, so no one answered.
The company commander stretched for a while and then asked the veteran, "Don't you want to be a deserter again? I can tell you, if you dare to be a deserter, I will be the first to kill you."
Hearing what the company commander said, the veteran sneered and said, "Hey, you are too underestimated. Although we are veterans, we also know what time it is. Even if you force me to leave with a gun, I will not leave."
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"It's great. If your head is gone, it's just a scar as big as a bowl. I'll still be a man in eighteen years." Another soldier next to the veteran shouted, "Fight with the little devil, fuck his mother, why are you afraid?"
It’s impossible to kill them.”
"That's it, beat these grandsons to let them know how powerful the Chinese are." The soldiers shouted, and the crowd was excited and lively for a while.
Just as the company commander was about to say something, suddenly there was a low sound in the sky, and then there was the scream of artillery shells piercing the air. His expression suddenly changed, and he lay down with a roar, "Japanese shelling, all lie down."
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The soldiers crouched down one after another and got as close to the trench wall as possible.
Looking up, I saw that the sky was densely covered with black spots. The black spots were so dense that it made people feel that the sky was getting gloomy.
Just one breath later, artillery shells fell from the sky, covering the Chinese army's positions in an instant. Waves of extremely surging gas raged in the trenches, rolling up soil and blood all over the sky.
The company commander was lying in the trench, feeling that his heart was about to be knocked out of his chest. He cursed secretly in his heart, "Is this little devil going crazy?"
The usual bombardment stopped in ten minutes at most, and the longest one only lasted fifteen minutes, but this time the Japanese bombardment actually lasted for half an hour, with no intention of stopping.
The time was extremely long, and the density was unprecedented. The position had long since turned into a sea of fire, and the shrapnel was like peanut shells scattered everywhere in a movie theater, densely covered on the ground.
Finally, when the shelling lasted for forty-five minutes, it finally stopped, but before everyone on the position could take a breath, the Japanese charge began.
Twenty-four crooked guns and six Type 92 heavy machine guns were lined up in a row, and tongues of fire were pouring down toward the opposite position like heavy rain. The momentum made the company commander and the others' throats dry up and they swallowed hard.
He spit.
"Company Commander, these grandsons seem to be anxious." Lying on the position that was plowed by artillery fire, the veteran held up his Hanyang weapon and aimed it at the crowd of Japanese, but then he shouted out.
No wonder he behaved like this. This Japanese attack was clearly ahead of its time. Twelve tanks were mobilized. Those behemoths were spewing black smoke from their butts, with ferocious muzzles pointed forward, and they were accelerating from the front.
come over.
Behind these steel shells, there were Japanese troops as densely packed as locusts. Under the leadership of the sergeant, these Japanese troops charged forward silently. It was obvious that they were well-trained veterans.
Looking towards the front of the position, you can see that there are Japanese soldiers everywhere, with shaking turtle shells and dazzling bayonets everywhere.
"Brothers, do you have anything to say? If you want to say it, hurry up and say it." The company commander opened the nose of his shell gun, lay on his back next to the bunker, and shouted, "If you don't say it for a while, we won't have time to say it."
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The soldiers laughed heartily, and some began to howl like ghosts.
A soldier with a dark face pulled his neck and shouted towards the trench behind him, "Xiao Cui, after this battle is over, I will definitely marry you."
Amid the roar of laughter, a female medical soldier in the trench at the rear blushed with embarrassment.
The old soldier also laughed, but tears flowed down his face as he laughed. He hugged Hanyang and howled, "Mom, my son is fighting Japanese invaders. I can't go back to you to fulfill my filial piety. Please take care of yourself."
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This long and tragic howl echoed under the cloudy sky and did not stop for a long time.
The company commander and many people had tears in their eyes. They all thought of their relatives and secretly wished them peace in their hearts.
At this time, the Japs' front troops had already rushed to a position less than 80 meters away from the position, and were still approaching rapidly.
The company commander stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears from the corner of his eyes, stood up, and sprayed out angry flames from the shell gun in his hand, "Hit me."
"Kill the devils!"
"Kill the devils!"
One by one, the soldiers wiped away their tears and shot angry flames at the Japanese.
For a moment, the sound of gunshots resounded throughout the world, as if it were an extremely tragic war song, sung forever.
A good man, even if the world is stained with blood, he will not regret it!